The British Commonwealth Poem by Raymond Farrell

lBetween burning fingers
Tightly clutching metamorphoses
Gone green with age
Now waxed pale
Spent desire curls upon itself
To plead in pitiless stammering utterances
Gone the rapier wit
Turned dull at the crowing dawn
When stars flee away
Under apple boughs heavily blossomed
Heart bares soul
Spread prostrate on dew laden ground
Appendages strain to span the globe
Gather the wind into open palms
Unfurled flags drape limp over
Yesterday in red, white, and blue
From deep within harrowed bones
Anguish gushes forth
Into dungeon's darkness
Staring coldly with cat eyes
Hatred drools
From turned up corners
Of a sneering mouth
Across the face
Of a few well-fed
Lands of plenty
Dripping down on
The many black and brown
Nations trapped in poverty
Ears adorned with diamond studded ear rings
An elegant neck extends
Encircled by dainty chains
Suspending expensive gems
And on a stony brow
A sovereign's crown
Apparently worth repressing guilt
And turning a deaf ear
To a million screams
Worlds within worlds
View yesterday, today, tomorrow
Awash in a sea of blood
Tens of millions of innocent victims
Span the centuries
Thousands continue to give birth
Eagle spread over awaiting graves
They receive only empty words
To ease their agony
With a hearty reminder
Of a common linkage
No one wanted in the first place
Thousands have died
Cursing the exploitation and self-righteous overtures
Sad reminders of British domination
And past genocides
If this isn't a complete farce
Both vulgar and morally reprehensible
What is it?